In moments of my deepest pain, she recedes,
like a flag disappearing on the shoreline
while my raft is borne out to sea
alone, adrift, tossed among the waves.
My body curls into fetal position,
tears are my blanket,
the water, my solace and my fear.
Yet within me stirs my dragon.
She rises, wrathful, powerful
to take care of me
to prove her wrong.
I am worthy of healing,
of joy and sorrow.
My heartbreak does matter
May 1, 2017